*The following is a story commissioned by a redittor.* *It is part true, part fantasy of her spouse, and the imagination of the author.* *I hope you enjoy!*
**The Gift**
“Allo”
A French accent? She hesitated for a moment.
“Umm… yeah… is this Image D’Eros Studios?”
“Ah, oui. Yes it is. How may I help you?” The male voice affirmed in a distracted, Quebecoise accent.
“Yeah, a friend of mine gave me your name. I want to get some photos done for my wedding and she said to call you.”
“Non, we are not wedding photographers, you might try another listing…” he replied dismissively.
“Wait, Wait don’t hang up… I don’t need wedding photos. I’m sorry… that’s not what I meant. The photos are a wedding gift. For my fiancé. Like… boudoir photos.”
“Oh, yes. We do that kind of work.”
“Okay” she said, tentatively. “How does it work, do I make an appointment… how much do you charge?”
“Set up a consultation, same day or not is up to you. A shoot is usually 2-6 hours depending on what you want. We charge $300-500/ hour.”
Megan gulped on the other end of the line, her jaw dropping when she heard the quote. “Can I come in for a consultation first?
“Oui, if you like. We work different hours…” She heard him yell to someone in the background. “What do I have next few days…” He came back on the line. “How about this Sunday afternoon. 4:00?
Megan thought for a moment. “Sure. Where are you?”
“Take the bridge to Ferry St, Left on Third. You know Williamsburg area?”
“Yeah, I can find it. I’ll be there. Do I need to bring anything?”
“Ça depends on what you want to do. My assistant can do hair and makeup if you like. We have wardrobe we can provide, or, *si vous preferez* you can bring your own.”
“Thank you so much!” The cost was considerable. But Mark was going to love it.
“Ah oui” and he hung up. For a boudoir photographer he didn’t have much of a bedside manner she thought with some irony.
The weekend had been an agony of nerves and arousal for Megan. Some of it was the anxiety of “will it be sexy?” “will Mark like it?” “Is he going to flip when he finds out how much it costs?”
The other factor was her own ramped-up arousal. She masturbated, almost constantly on Saturday and through Monday morning, remaining almost fully nude in their small apartment with large, street facing windows. Mark didn’t mind, he loved the display, but helpfully warned her that the living room couch, in full view of the window might not be the best place to get off if she wanted privacy. That she didn’t move turned him on immensely.
Megan had always liked being the center of attention, including sexually. Awkward in HS, she had blossomed into a toned, petite, attractive, brunette in college. She’d gone a little wild with the newfound freedom and attention. One night, shortly after their engagement, she and Mark had gone to a dinner party with friends. As the group became more intoxicated, the subject of sexual partners came up. Megan, always an ebullient drunk, had become giddy and – with the especially rapt attention of Mark – confessed shed been something of a slut back in school. She had made out with guys in crowded, rooms, had a respectable number of one-night stands, a wide variety of cocks (hearing her say that word made Mark’s own stir) and had even managed to sleep with two friends, roommates no less , within a twelve hour span. This revelation had gotten her friends howling, and it got louder after she failed to remember the voluminous number of blowjobs she’d given. Megan was a good girl. She respected her parents, made Dean’s list, volunteered. She had a great career. So it came to be that Mark was fascinated by the *other* girl, the Slut-Megan who lived in the penumbra of everyone’s favorite good girl. Not only was he intrigued by her more wanton past, he was also enthralled by the openness with which she now – for the first time in their relationship – had displayed it for a group of people. Something about the thought of Megan casually giving up her mouth to a guy she’d just met drove him mad with lust for his wife-to-be.
After they’d taken an Uber home, as they lay in bed together, Mark wrapped himself against the warmth of her skin, trailing his fingers along her flat tummy. He toyed with the edges of her bikini briefs, back up and under her camisole, feeling the swell over her breasts.
“Mmm…” she moaned, sleepily in the haze of alcohol. “You’re so turned on tonight, what’s got into you?” She shifted, curling up against him in a spooning position, and wiggling her firm ass against his already-engorged cock. She laced her fingers into his and pressed them against her chest. “… not that I mind.” He could see the side of her face pull back in a grin. He loved her smile.
“Nothing… it was just hot listening to you tell all those stories about the guys you fucked.”
She burst out in a giggle and covered her face in her hands. “Really???” she laughed, shaking pleasantly against him. “I can’t believe I said all that! So, you’re not gonna call off the wedding now and tell all your friends that your fiancé is was a skank in college???” she asked playfully.
“MmmmMmm… not as long as you’re *my* *skank*” They both laughed at that.
He dropped his hands down her stomach and played with her sex over her underwear. She was warm and damp. Megan was always wet. She reached into the fly of his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his erection. He was already leaking precum. She wiped it on her finger tips and trailed them over the edge of his glans, teasing him. He bit her neck where it met her shoulder, raising goosebumps all the way down her back and arms.
“Tell me a story” he said, attempting to grind his cock against her hand. She turned, not fully, but enough to see his face. A mix of curiosity, wariness, and amusement played across her features. “Really???” making an awkward face and then sticking her tongue out at him. “Yes, really. Tell me about something really slutty you did in college”
“How much time you got” she managed in her deepest, breathiest voice before her face cracked and she cried out in peals of laughter. Mark didn’t laugh, just smiled, and continued licking at her neck while enjoying the light teasing of her fingertips. “Mmm… all night” he reassured her.
She stopped, serious for just a moment, and went on “Mark, I don’t know. I mean… ughh its kinda weird. I was pretty buzzed at the restaurant. Are you sure you really want to know this stuff.” He didn’t answer, instead flexing his cock in her hand, and driving both hard into her buttocks as he bit down on her shoulder. “Oh god…” she sighed. “Okay… hmmm… oh I know… would you like to hear about the time I gave a blowjob at a party and everyone saw it?”
He answered again with a thrust, dry humping her, and smearing precum on the cute dimples of her lower back just above her ass.
“So I was at a party one night with Traci and Marie. I didn’t know many people there. But there was the really cute guy named Jordan. He was kind of a tan, blonde-curly-hair type. Surfer looking guy. We hung out and talked for a while.”
“You didn’t know him? At all?”
Mark’s hands now hooked into the waistband of her cotton briefs. He loved the pink & black, with PINK in bold lettering across her ass. It seemed to him they fit the moment. Innocent, cute, and slutty. He shifted them down over her hips, and then pulled his own down too. His cock sprang free, slapping his belly with a satisfying noise as his boxers came free.
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his penis, and guided it between her legs, feeling the smooth fullness of it against the lips of her pussy. They stayed like this, barely moving, with only the slightest friction. Her petals wrapped delicately around the head of his cock as it pushed against her clit.
“No” she giggled. “Your whore girlfriend just met him.” She ground against him. “Mmmm… so what happened?”
“I don’t know, it was just the atmosphere in the room. We started making out in the corner. He was a good kisser…” He could tell she was smiling again and thrust against her to continue. “We made out for a while like that, and at some point – I didn’t even know he had done it – my shorts were popped open and he slid his fingers down my pants. There were probably 15 or 20 people in the room. People saw us, but everyone was sort of hooking up so nobody really stared. But it was fucking hot.” She reached down now, her own fingers rubbing the bud of her clit, then taking Mark’s cock by the head and grinding it against her pubis. She groaned and shook the tremor of a tiny orgasm, locking her knees together and in the process squeezing her fiancé’s cock between her thighs.
“Then what happened?” He was still gently rubbing, thrusting against her.
“He fingered me right there in front of everyone. I just sort of buried my face in his chest and came all over his fingers. I must have been kinda loud, because when I came down some people were looking over at us. I was so embarrassed. He pulled them out of my waistband, and they were all wet and gooey. I was turned on, but I couldn’t stay in that room.”
Mark grabbed her thigh and spread her knees, her panties stretched lewdly between them, and pulled his cock back, and up, and into her. She let out a gasp. She loved how full Mark’s cock always made her feel. It was the biggest she’d ever had. Measurements weren’t her thing. 6”-7”-8”… she didn’t know. Didn’t really care. All she knew was she could get both her hands on it with the head sticking up. She often sucked him off in just that way. She loved his cock and loved it now as it pushed into her wetness.
“Megan that’s such a fucking turn on!” Mark began to push slowly into her, pulling back out. Her back arched against him; her knees spread wantonly. Her camisole pushed up over her small, exquisitely shapely breasts.
She craned her neck hard to look back at him “Do you want to hear the rest?”
He answered by leaning in, their lips locking and tongues fucking each other’s mouths. “Uh-huh” was all he could manage as he slid his cock in and out of her at a pace that would allow him to last.
“I told him I wanted to return the favor so we wandered back past the kitchen. It was kinda sexy, he just took me and led me by the hand back to the laundry room. Mmmm, baby that feels good” she said as he continued his methodical thrusting, almost a massaging of her pussy. He was fully in now, deep. She loved the feeling of him pushing past her cervix.
“What happened?”
“He leaned against the dryer and just looked at me. He sorta smirked. It was sexy. I squatted down and popped the button on his shorts. I remember they were these beatup cargo shorts. They just fell off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and I remember thinking “wow! That’s your penis!” since it was just staring me straight in the face.” She giggled at the memory. “I took him in my mouth. I licked at the head. I sort of got pissed because he wasn’t getting hard. He must have been shitfaced. I know I was. I guess it was whiskey dick or something. But eventually he perked up. I love the feeling of a cock going from soft in my mouth to larger and harder. God it turns me on…” With that, Mark gave a firm hard shove into her pussy and she gasped with a wide grin.
“How big was his dick?” he asked into her ear.
“Oh my god!” she laughed. “you guys and your dick sizes. You know I don’t know. It was a nice dick”
“Bigger than mine?” he pressed. “Ehhhh… no, probably not quite. I don’t know. Just fuck me and I’ll tell you the rest” she commanded with playful impatience. Mark renewed his thrusts.
“Mmmm… that’s better. So yeah, I got him hard and sucked on him for a while. Pretty soon people started walking by because the door was open. And honestly? I didn’t care. It felt like I was putting on a show. I tried a couple times to deep throat him, but back then I really struggled so I gagged and spit up a lot”
“Ohhhh fuck!” Mark pictured the scene. His mind’s eye saw his beloved fiancé on her knees, servicing a random cock, with saliva running down her mouth, eyes watering. His cock swelled inside of her. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Oh yeah, fuck me just like that” she encouraged as his pace quickened. “More and more people were just happening to walk by and I’m blowing him with my tits hanging out, and he started face fucking me. It was such a turn on to be a total slut like that. The worst part – best part was when Marie just stands in the doorway and laughs at me. She said something like OMG you’ve been sucking dick for half an hour you bitch, let’s go!!!!” She laughed shut her eyes in embarrassment.
“It didn’t take him long when he started fucking my mouth.” By now Mark was pounding into her with urgency that told her he was about to cum. His movements getting harder, jerkier. She felt her own orgasm approaching. She knew she was going to cum hard. “Baby he came in my mouth. I tried so hard to swallow it all, but I ended up spilling some on my shirt and shorts”
That was it. Mark let out a primal, animal groan and began emptying himself into her. His hand went to her neck. His cock spasmed, flooding her insides with cum. Her own orgasm tore through her with violence and immediacy, a full body spasm that made her tummy flutter and her legs shake uncontrollably. She arched her pelvis back against his cock, squeezing her pussy as she felt his contractions. She loved the feeling when he emptied inside of her… loved the feeling of his hands against her throat. They were both sweaty, exhausted, out of breath.
The two of them lay there for a while. She could feel his cock slowly begin to soften until it slid out of her, along with the abundant evidence of his orgasm. She played with it on her fingers, rubbing the slick semen on the hood of her clit. “Well then…” she said dryly. “That was fun.” The corner of her mouth curled into a smile. Mark was already asleep.
That had been nearly six months ago. Ever since then, things had been different between them. More open. She walked around the house more naked. In conversations she would drop explicit remarks about what she had done or wanted to do. These were like little gasoline bombs on his libido. Their sex was more frequent, more urgent. Often, he would get her to tell a story, even ones she had told him before. Occasionally they roll-played him as a stranger. This got her off almost as much as it did him.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kr1y0v/the_gift_part_1_mf_cheating_exhibitionism